No Rest for the Weary
Edra stepped into the Turbolift and let out a long breath. "Bridge," she announced. She hadn't been that scared in a long time. And it wasn't even over. There was still reason to be scared, but the threat was, at least temporarily, at bay. Chance and the rest of the Medical staff was safe, save for one. She hadn't been able to make out who it was.
Standing up straight, she hit her comm badge. "Chance, did everyone else get away okay?"
There was a beat before the answer came back. "Yeah, we're all here."
She smiled, grateful, at the sound of his voice. He'd been shaken, likely they all had been, but he was pyshing forward as he always seemed to. "Good. The Med team should head to Cargo Bay 2. Melanick will be setting up a temporary infirmary down there."
"You got it," came the reply. "Chamce out."
Now she slumped back against the wall, able to breathe a little better knowing he was okay. However, she only got a moment as the lift doors opened onto the Bridge. Next stop: the Ready Room.